Vengeance, Sweet Vengeance

Summary:A lone, dark figure stands on a balcony, watching the final moments of the setting sun.
It was unacceptable.
She made me look weak. Like nothing. I am not nothing. I will never be nothing.
That creature was going to pay for making me look like a fool. No one had ever done that to me before. And no one ever would again. Especially not her.
I could taste vengeance in the air, and it was sweet.
Bella and Edward have lived a blissful life with their family following their encounter with the Volturi one year ago... until sweet vengeance comes to threaten their happily ever after once again.
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rated teen for violence and sexual references.CHAPTER 12 is now up!!!CHAPTER 13 has been submitted and is awaiting validation!!!CHAPTERS 14-24 are ready to go!!!

Notes:
This is a plot that's been brewing in my head for about a year. I was just writing the other day, and it reared its ugly head again, demanding to be written. Song that influenced this: Showbiz by none other than... Muse. lol. Go figure. =D

1. Chapter 1- Bliss and Shame

My eyes were closed as I took in the scents of the air with an unnecessary breath. I felt the warmth of the wind against my skin. My head tilted back, enjoying the sensations. The sand was warm and soft beneath my bare feet. The sounds of the ocean just added to the bliss… which quickly turned to heaven when two smooth, silky, warm hands placed themselves on top of mine. The hands pulled mine to my stomach and pulled me into the chest of the love of my very existence.

I zoned out, enjoying myself.

It was our first anniversary, and our second honeymoon… on Isle Esme: a place that holds both the best and worst memories of our lives. I giggled slightly at one memory.

“What are you thinking?” the perfect creature holding me asked.

I turned my head and opened my eyes to look up into warm golden brown, framed by the dim sparkle from the setting sun. I smiled. “Feathers.”

He chuckled at the memory.

I turned around in his arms and stood on my tiptoes. Like a magnet, my mouth latched onto his. My fingers wove through his hair the same way his did in mine. His arm pulled me as close as possible…. And soon, standing was no longer an option.

It was the very definition of true bliss.

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I layed sprawled across his chest in the white room. My eyes were closed, remembering my first married night with Edward, pretending that I could still sleep. His arms were twined around me. I felt protected, loved, the way I always felt in Edward’s arms.

“Can we stay here forever?” I whispered.

I rose with Edward’s chest as he sighed. I sniffed a whispered giggle at the sensation.

“I wish,” he said softly.

I lifted my head to look at him. I knew what was going through his mind. It was going through mine, too.

Renesmee.

The memory assaulted me: her small round face twisted in sorrow as we told her we’re leaving for a few weeks. It had made me want to cry, to turn to Edward and tell him that we were staying. I had never wanted to leave her without her parents. But everyone had insisted that we take a second honeymoon, especially since our last one ended in disaster.

She grew so rapidly, though. She was going to look so different when we got home. Would I even be able to recognize her? Part of me chastised myself for not thinking of her all the time on this trip. I was going to miss her childhood. My eyes stung as if tears were developing. My breath hitched in my throat…

“We should never have left,” I choked.

“Oh, Bella,” he said softly, stroking my cheek.

“Will we even be able to recognize her?”

His arms pulled me in tighter. He tucked my head under my chin and stroked my hair. “Of course we will. Her aging is slowing, remember? She won’t have aged much.”

“I just don’t- don’t want to miss- her childhood.” Talking was getting harder, as was hiding the sobs.

“I know.” I heard his voice tremble. “But we did need this, Bella. We can’t be around her every second of every day. We needed a second honeymoon.” His tone changed and he pulled my face up by my chin. He grinned crookedly, despite the torn heart I could see in his eyes. “I don’t think I got enough last time.”

While Renesmee wasn’t forgotten, our sorrow certainly was.

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A lone, dark figure stands on a balcony, watching the final moments of the setting sun.

It was unacceptable.

She made me look weak. Like nothing. I am not nothing. I will never be nothing.

That creature was going to pay for making me look like a fool. No one had ever done that to me before. And no one ever would again. Especially not her.